Sometimes stardust would settle on Langston’s whiskers, making him sneeze, and sending them spinning through the night air in a pirouette of sorts, his long ears twirling like maple tree pods.
Tonight, thankfully, they hadn’t had any difficulties and it was a good thing too, the creamy carrot soup they had overindulged in at supper took some time to settle in their bellies.
“A fine night for flight,” Langston mused.
“Very fine,” he agreed, sleepily rubbing his cheek on the softest fur in the atmosphere.
Tonight, thankfully, they hadn’t had any difficulties and it was a good thing too, the creamy carrot soup they had overindulged in at supper took some time to settle in their bellies.
“A fine night for flight,” Langston mused.
“Very fine,” he agreed, sleepily rubbing his cheek on the softest fur in the atmosphere.
Acrylic on wrapped canvas.